Paradise of Demonic Gods

’With this palm strike, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn’t die.’

Just as Priest Tie thought that his palm attack could suppress the unfamiliar man before him, Fang Xingjian lifted his hand slightly.

"Ring? I have one as well."

In that instant, piercing white light was unleashed from his hand. The white light intertwined to form a sword shadow, soaring into the sky and piercing out toward Priest Tie’s palm.

Seemingly inspired by the opponent’s attack, Fang Xingjian used the white energy like it was his martial will. He turned them into his All-Conquering sword intent and pierced out.

Under Priest Tie’s astonished gaze, the huge hand he had condensed was crushed easily like a piece of tofu. It was shattered by the white sword shadow and turned into a myriad of light spots.

Swoosh!

The sword shadow paused slightly, crossed the sky, and went piercing toward him.

Priest Tie instantly felt waves of immense pressure surge toward him. It was as if the entire world had disappeared, and that white sword shadow was the only thing filling up his entire vision.

Boom! He struck out another palm attack, and the white energy gushed out from void space like the waves from the seas, smashing out incessantly toward the sword shadow.

The white energy seemed to be alive in his hands, turning into weapons of all sorts—blades, spears, staffs—and attacking from all angles with various martial techniques.

After being forced to push back a distance of 1,500 meters by the sword shadow, the powers of Priest Tie’s sword were finally depleted.

Right now, Priest Tie’s countenance had become extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.

It was probable that only the strongest amongst them—the Commander—would be able to do something like this. To think that this person was also an expert of the Commander’s level...?

Priest Tie stared at Fang Xingjian and said, "Who on earth are you? Why do you have the white ring as well? I’ve never seen you before."

Fang Xingjian replied calmly, "Lead the way. I want to meet your commander."

Priest Tie took a long look at Fang Xingjian before saying, "Follow me."

Since the other party already possessed commander-level abilities, he was not an existence that Priest Tie would be able to stop.

Jessica had her eyes were wide-open and mouth agape as she saw Fang Xingjian leave together with Priest Tie. How could she have expected that the strongest person she had met—a General level warrior like Priest Tie—would actually be defeated by this stranger? Who on earth was he?

Looking at the two departing figures, Jessica gritted her teeth and followed after them.

...

The Sacred White Crevice was a small world created from white energy, and it was also the White Army’s headquarters.

It seemed that everything in this world was white. Be it animals, plants, mountains, or the sky, everything was in white.

In the depths of this world, over ten men and women were sitting cross-legged on a square that was made from white jade.

Amongst them, there were Asians, Caucasians, and even African-Americans. There were elderly and middle-aged people, as well as young men and women.

Right now, all of them were dressed in white priest robes as they listened solemnly to the lecture.

The person giving the lecture was an old man with an extremely thin and fragile figure, as well as a long white beard that dragged all the way to the ground. He looked very drowsy like he would fall asleep at any moment.

However, he kept on speaking and explaining the application of white energy.

"The white ring requires a strong heart that is in pursuit of the Dao. However, the path in pursuit of the Dao is like a boat going against the currents—if you don’t advance, you’ll fall behind.

"If you slack off, not only will the amount of the ring’s energy that you can use become smaller, but you may even experience a reversal and lose the right to possess the ring."

The old man said calmly, "Therefore, we of the White Army have always been the smallest out of the 13 armies. However, we’re also the ones who can reach the highest level.

"It’s because as your wish to pursue the Dao grows stronger, your will will become more resolute. Then the white energy’s nature will complement well with your will."

Everyone listened to the explanation seriously, even though what the old man was said a truism. It was because this person was the strongest expert in the White Army, the oldest and most senior Commander in the 13 armies—Priest Longmai.

Just then, a loud explosion rang out in the distance. Then the earth tremored intensely, and there was a series of earthquakes. It was like a nuclear explosion.

Everyone who was listening to the lecture immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the explosion, feeling anxious and doubtful.

’What’s going on?"

"Are experts who are Major Generals or stronger fighting?"

"Is it over?"

Just as everyone was feeling anxious and doubtful, Priest Longmai opened his drowsy eyes, and there was a gleam shining in his turbid pupils. He said calmly, "Don’t kick up a big fuss. Everyone sit down and continue listening to the class."

The people from the White Army had great trust in the Commander’s authority, so when they heard what Priest Longmai said, all of them sat down and continued listening to the class and cultivating.

A few minutes later, Priest Tie led Fang Xingjian and Jessica to the training ground.

The appearance of two strangers—one man and one woman—immediately attracted everyone’s attention once again.

Their attention was attracted because Fang Xingjian’s Heart Sword was exposed, giving off an indescribable sense of attraction. This made everyone unknowingly attracted to him, and they even had a good impression of him.

Priest Longmai lifted his head and said with his gaze on Fang Xingjian, "You’ve come a long way. May I ask why you’ve come?"

Fang Xingjian laughed and walked up to him. "From today onward, I’ll take charge of the White Army."

The moment Fang Xingjian finished saying this, the good impression and attraction everyone had toward him disappeared completely. Instead, these emotions turned into deep hatred. Everyone’s emotions were unknowingly being controlled by Fang Xingjian.

"What audacity!" An African American jumped up and chided angrily, "This is no place for your insolence..."

Boom! It was as if a big invisible hand had gone crushing through the air. Before the man finished his words, he was sent flying out. The white priest robes he wore were shredded, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

"Who else has any objections?" Fang Xingjian asked calmly.

Seeing Fang Xingjian’s behavior, everyone in the White Army wore expressions of great fury. Even Priest Tie—who had been pushed back by Fang Xingjian with a single move earlier—was burning in flames of fury. White energies soared into the sky.

They were the White Army, one of the 13 armies of humans who possessed extraordinary powers. When had people come up to their doors to bully them before?

However, just as the beams of white light soared into the sky, Priest Longmai stood up slowly and said, "Do you really wish to make an enemy out of our White Army this much?"

Fang Xingjian replied coldly, "I’m not here to make an enemy of you. I’m here to lead you."The raws for ’Longmai’ stands for ’dragon vein’. If you are interested to know more, you can take a look at this link. https://somathread.ning.com/groups/taoism/forum/dragon-veins